"All right, I will," he agreed. "But there isn't any door to knock on, nor any bell to ring when I call. You ought to have a bell to your house, Sue."
"That's so—I ought," she agreed.
"I know how I can make one," went on Bunny, after a while.
"How?" asked Sue.
"Well, there's an old bell that the milkman used to have—the milkman who kept his horse and wagon in our barn," explained the little boy. "The bell is in the barn now."
"Oh, yes, I 'member," Sue said.
About a year before a milkman, whose barn had burned, had asked Mr. Brown for permission to stable his horse and keep his wagon in the barn back of the house where Bunny and Sue lived. And, as they then had no pony and the barn was nearly empty, Mr. Brown had said the milkman might use it.
He did, for a time, and then he gave up the milk business, and sold his horse and wagon. But he left the bell behind—the bell he used to ring in front of people's houses to let them know he was there with milk and cream.
"We can take his bell for your house," went on Bunny.
"You mean set it outside on a box, and ring it when you come to call?" asked Sue.